The Hispanic Ministry at First Baptist Church of Galax is
an Integral Ministry for the Whole Family

Letter from the pastor:

Dear hispanic friend, we welcome you to our church!

As the pastor of the hispanic congregation I want to invite you to visit us and be a part of our Christian hispanic family.

First Baptist’s Hispanic congregation is formed by a beauitul gruoup of people from several latin countries, all united by our faith in Jesus Christ.

All of us who weren’t born here and live here because of work or other reasons sometimes feel a bit lonely. In our congregation we are all like family, help each other and pray for each other.

God loves you and has a plan for you and your family.

We wish to encourage you to follow the Lord Jesus faithfully, all the days of your life.

Every Sunday, Wednesday and at every church meeting there will always be somebody waiting for you with joy.

It is my wish and my prayer that every hispanic in Galax and its surrounding area receive the message of salvation through Jesus Christ and that every family can live in unity, peace, harmony and in fellowship with God.

Ricardo Alvarado.
Pastor

The purpose of the Hispanic ministry at First Baptist is to serve the entire hispanic community of Galax and its surrounding areas.

Our church serves the hispanic community in different ways such as spiritual, physical, educational, social and family needs with the purpose of developing individuals and families with firm convictions based in the Word of Gdd and integrated with the American community.

The Hispanic ministry at First Baptist is motivated by the love of God and love for others.

Jesus Said:“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.”
Matthew 25: 35 – 36

With the purpose of meeting the needs of the hispanic immigrant in his integration to the society in the U. S. we also offer help at no cost in the following:

Orientation:
• With medical services available.
• With filling out work applications.
• With the process of obtaining a TIN. (Tax Identification Number)
• With the process of obtaining a SS#. (Social Security Number)
• With the requirements of the USCIS. (U. S. Citizen and Immigration Services) for refugees
• With renewing work permits and other permits.
• With the translation of personal documents.
• With finding a Spanish speaking notary public.
• With finding an interpreter for hospital visits, court cases or other needs.

We do not have a professional services office at the church. We only give orientation on how to find these services available to immigrants.

How to get to church:

The church is on Route 58, which is the same as Stuart Dr., ½ a mile west of Wal-mart or ½ a mile east of McDonald’s Restaurant.

If you need transportation to get to church, call us at (276) 236 – 5185 or (276) 238 – 5546 and we will pick you up.

Schedule of services:

SundaysSunday School 10: 00 a. m.Worship service 11: 00 a. m.

Bible Study and prayer meeting 6:00 p.m.

Welcome to the house of the Lord!

I rejoiced with those who said to me,
“Let us go to the house of the LORD.”

Psalm 122:1

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Here is a “beautiful” Spanic murderer, from near the Galax, VA First Baptist neighborhood.

Floyd County man charged in murder (NB: Floyd County INVADER)

08/27/2009

Antonio Rueda is accused of beating Steve Futchko to death at a mobile home park.

A Floyd County man is charged with murder in connection with the killing of a man who died Monday night after being assaulted in a mobile home park, the Floyd County Sheriff’s Office said.

Steve Futchko, 49, died at Carilion New River Valley Medical Center after he was found outside a home on Grays Lane, just outside the town of Floyd, the sheriff’s office said Wednesday.

Antonio Rueda, 24, has been charged with second-degree murder. Rueda, who lives on Grays Lane, is being held in the New River Valley Regional Jail in Dublin.

A hearing date has not been set.

The sheriff’s office wouldn’t say what may have led to the incident.

Steve Futchko’s father, John Futchko, said his son also lived at the mobile home park. He said he worked as a handyman there and for Gardner Funeral Home.

He said other people who live in the park told him his son was beaten after confronting a man for speeding up and down the park’s road.

John Futchko said he was told that when Steve Futchko approached the driver, the man hit him, knocking him to the ground, and then kicked him repeatedly.

“He was just trying to slow the guy down, from what I understand,” John Futchko said.

He said his son was concerned about the man’s driving because several children live in the park.

Deputies were called to Grays Lane about 10 p.m. Monday to a reported assault. When they arrived, they found Steve Futchko unconscious, the sheriff’s office said. He was taken to Carilion New River Valley Medical Center, where he was pronounced dead. No weapons were involved, the sheriff’s office said.

John Futchko described his son as a hardworking, easy-going man.

“He was one of those all-around handymen,” he said.

He said he and his son lived in Cleveland, Ohio, until about 16 years ago. John Futchko moved to Dugspur and his son followed him to Virginia, moving to Floyd County.

Steve Futchko lived alone, his father said, and had a grown son who lives in Washington state.

“I haven’t even cried,” John Futchko said Wednesday afternoon. “I don’t think it’s had time to sink in.

I have requested this opportunity to talk to the people of Massachusetts about the tragedy which happened last Friday evening. This morning I entered a plea of guilty to the charge of leaving the scene of an accident. Prior to my appearance in court it would have been improper for me to comment on these matters. But tonight I am free to tell you what happened and to say what it means to me.

On the weekend of July 18, I was on Martha’s Vineyard Island participating with my nephew, Joe Kennedy — as for thirty years my family has participated — in the annual Edgartown Sailing Regatta. Only reasons of health prevented my wife from accompanying me.

On Chappaquiddick Island, off Martha’s Vineyard, I attended, on Friday evening, July 18th, a cook-out I had encouraged and helped sponsor for devoted group of Kennedy campaign secretaries. When I left the party, around 11:15 P.M., I was accompanied by one of these girls, Miss Mary Jo Kopechne. Mary Jo was one of the most devoted members of the staff of Senator Robert Kennedy. She worked for him for four years and was broken up over his death. For this reason, and because she was such a gentle, kind, and idealistic person, all of us tried to help her feel that she still had a home with the Kennedy family.

Mary Jo Kopechne

There is no truth, no truth whatever, to the widely circulated suspicions of immoral conduct that have been leveled at my behavior and hers regarding that evening. There has never been a private relationship between us of any kind. I know of nothing in Mary Jo’s conduct on that or any other occasion — and the same is true of the other girls at that party — that would lend any substance to such ugly speculation about their character.

Nor was I driving under the influence of liquor.

Little over one mile away, the car that I was driving on an unlit road went off a narrow bridge which had no guard rails and was built on a left angle to the road. The car overturned in a deep pond and immediately filled with water. I remember thinking as the cold water rushed in around my head that I was for certain drowning. Then water entered my lungs and I actual felt the sensation of drowning. But somehow I struggled to the surface alive.

I made immediate and repeated efforts to save Mary Jo by diving into the strong and murky current, but succeeded only in increasing my state of utter exhaustion and alarm. My conduct and conversations during the next several hours, to the extent that I can remember them, make no sense to me at all.

Although my doctors informed me that I suffered a cerebral concussion, as well as shock, I do not seek to escape responsibility for my actions by placing the blame either on the physical and emotional trauma brought on by the accident, or on anyone else. I regard as indefensible the fact that I did not report the accident to the police immediately.

Instead of looking directly for a telephone after lying exhausted in the grass for an undetermined time, I walked back to the cottage where the party was being held and requested the help of two friends, my cousin, Joseph Gargan and Phil Markham, and directed them to return immediately to the scene with me — this was sometime after midnight — in order to undertake a new effort to dive down and locate Miss Kopechne. Their strenuous efforts, undertaken at some risk to their own lives, also proved futile.

All kinds of scrambled thoughts — all of them confused, some of them irrational, many of them which I cannot recall, and some of which I would not have seriously entertained under normal circumstances — went through my mind during this period. They were reflected in the various inexplicable, inconsistent, and inconclusive things I said and did, including such questions as whether the girl might still be alive somewhere out of that immediate area, whether some awful curse did actually hang over all the Kennedys, whether there was some justifiable reason for me to doubt what had happened and to delay my report, whether somehow the awful weight of this incredible incident might in some way pass from my shoulders. I was overcome, I’m frank to say, by a jumble of emotions: grief, fear, doubt, exhaustion, panic, confusion, and shock.

Instructing Gargan and Markham not to alarm Mary Jo’s friends that night, I had them take me to the ferry crossing. The ferry having shut down for the night, I suddenly jumped into the water and impulsively swam across, nearly drowning once again in the effort, and returned to my hotel about 2:00 A.M. and collapsed in my room.

I remember going out at one point and saying something to the room clerk.

In the morning, with my mind somewhat more lucid, I made an effort to call a family legal advisor, Burke Marshall, from a public telephone on the Chappaquiddick side of the ferry and belatedly reported the accident to the Martha’s Vineyard police.

Today, as I mentioned, I felt morally obligated to plead guilty to the charge of leaving the scene of an accident. No words on my part can possibly express the terrible pain and suffering I feel over this tragic incident. This last week has been an agonizing one for me and for the members of my family, and the grief we feel over the loss of a wonderful friend will remain with us the rest of our lives.

These events, the publicity, innuendo, and whispers which have surrounded them and my admission of guilt this morning raises the question in my mind of whether my standing among the people of my State has been so impaired that I should resign my seat in the United States Senate. If at any time the citizens of Massachusetts should lack confidence in their Senator’s character or his ability, with or without justification, he could not in my opinion adequately perform his duty and should not continue in office.

The people of this State, the State which sent John Quincy Adams, and Daniel Webster, and Charles Sumner, and Henry Cabot Lodge, and John Kennedy to the United States Senate are entitled to representation in that body by men who inspire their utmost confidence. For this reason, I would understand full well why some might think it right for me to resign. For me this will be a difficult decision to make.

It has been seven years since my first election to the Senate. You and I share many memories — some of them have been glorious, some have been very sad. The opportunity to work with you and serve Massachusetts has made my life worthwhile.

And so I ask you tonight, the people of Massachusetts, to think this through with me. In facing this decision, I seek your advice and opinion. In making it, I seek your prayers — for this is a decision that I will have finally to make on my own.

It has been written a man does what he must in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles, and dangers, and pressures, and that is the basis of human morality. Whatever may be the sacrifices he faces, if he follows his conscience — the loss of his friends, his fortune, his contentment, even the esteem of his fellow man — each man must decide for himself the course he will follow. The stories of the past courage cannot supply courage itself. For this, each man must look into his own soul.

I pray that I can have the courage to make the right decision. Whatever is decided and whatever the future holds for me, I hope that I shall have been able to put this most recent tragedy behind me and make some further contribution to our state and mankind, whether it be in public or private life.

I believe one of the goals of the swine flu vaccine is depopulation. Perhaps it is the goal of a swine flu epidemic as well, whether bio-warfare or hype around a flu season.

These days, I keep remembering my sense of urgency leaving the Bush Administration in 1991. We had to do something to turn around the economy and gather real assets behind retirement plans and the social safety net. If not, Americans could find themselves deeply out on a limb. I felt my family and friends were in danger. They did not share my concern. They had a deep faith in the system.

As my efforts to find ways of reengineering government investment in communities failed to win political support, Washington and Wall Street moved forward with a debt bubble and globalization that was horrifying in its implications for humanity.

Overwhelmed by what was happening, I estimated the end result. My simple calculations guessed that we were going to achieve economic sustainability on Earth by depopulating down to a population of approximately 500 million people from our then current global population of 6 billion. I was a portfolio strategist used to looking at numbers from a very high level. Those around me could not fathom how all the different threads I was integrating could lead to such a conclusion. To me, we had to have radical change in how we governed resources or depopulate. It was a mathematical result.

A year later, in 1999, a very capable investment and portfolio strategist asked me if he could come have a private lunch with me in Washington. We sat in a posh restaurant across from the Capitol. He said quietly that he had calculated out where the derivatives and debt bubble combined with globalization were going. The only logical conclusion he could reach was that significant depopulation was going to occur. He said his estimates led to an approximate population of 500 million. I said very quietly, “that’s my estimate too.” I will never forget the look of sadness that crossed his face. I was amazed to find someone else who understood.

It turns out that we were not alone. Sir James Goldsmith had warned of the consequences of GATT in 1994. He described the process under way, involving the loss of land and livelihood for 3 billion people, “…This is the establishment against the rest of society.” Voices were rising around the planet as hardships exploded from global economic warfare and industrialization of agriculture.

As trillions of dollars were shifted out of America by legal and illegal means to reinvest in Asia and emerging markets and to build a global military empire, we left a sovereign nation economic model behind. Finally, the expense and corruption of empire resulted in bailouts of $12-14 trillion, delivering a new financial war chest to the people leading the financial engineering. Now we have exploding unemployment, an exploding federal deficit, an Inspector General for the TARP bailout program predicting that the ultimate bailout cost could rise to $23.7 trillion and a Congressional Budget Director who is concluding that we can no longer afford the social safety net.

That is, unless you change the actuarial assumptions in the budget – like life expectancy. Lowering immune systems and increasing toxicity levels combined with poor food, water and terrorizing stress will help do the trick. Review the history of vaccines rushed into production without proper testing and peer review – it is clear about the potential side effects. In addition, a plague can so frighten and help control people that they will accept the end of their current benefits (and the resulting implications to life expectancy) without objection. And a plague with proper planning can be highly profitable. Whatever the truth of what swine flu and related vaccines are, it can be used as a way to keep control in a situation that is quickly shifting out of control.

In short, an epidemic can be used to offset the inflation of capital with increasing deflation of the value and income of labor and continual demand destruction. It is a great deal of time and money spent on something that will not help build a real economy. The disinformation and control opportunities are profound. They keep the slow burn going. It is the next, meaner face of “the establishment against the rest of society.”

That’s what I believe. I am not an expert. I have no case worth presenting in a court of law. There are hundreds of hours of research on the swine flu and related vaccines that I have not done and I am not going to do. It is just what I believe, listening to the people I respect, and in no small part because if you map out all the financial ecosystems around the issue and people and incentives involved, it seems to me to be the logical conclusion.

Now, if this sounds ludicrous to you, it may be because you do not appreciate how dark the culture has become that is now in charge. Do you have any idea how impossibly frustrating it is to manage a highly centralized system in which the vast majority of people lack any responsibility to ensure that the whole thing works? Everyone wants their free lunch and there are no real markets or democracy to force accountability or a shared intelligence. Force works. Force has increasingly become the way to achieve most everything. Using force is a lot easier that living with rising risk and the costs of subsidizing an aging population.

So the question for you and me is “what do we do?” Are we going to take a vaccine? Are we going to allow our children to be vaccinated? Will we have a choice? How can we organize to make sure that we do? Is self-quarantine a practical option? How would we prepare for it?

What you believe is your responsibility. The time has come to build time into Summer schedules to research options, discuss them with those you trust and make informed decisions about what you believe and what actions you intend to take under a variety of scenarios.

I don’t have the answers yet. Somehow, I believe we can find them together. And while we do, let’s remember to pray for the love of humanity to be rekindled and nourished in each and every heart.